Im Crescendo Kite Armwing. Im A Pony With A Shield And Note Cutie Mark. Its Been Over A Year Since An

I’m Crescendo Kite Armwing. I’m a pony with a shield and note cutie mark. It’s been over a year since an event that I forever remember as the happiest day for me has happened. The Anniversary of that day marks the day my world crumbled around me. My wife was taken from me. The thing I know, is…

This is Obsidian from http://askobsidian.tumblr.com/

Last time he complained about being drawn like a wimp and too thin. Well, I tried to right my wrong from last time and add some bulkyness and well tones muscles to him.

Would look better if I had actually some more knowledge about pony anatomy, but hey the thought counts, right?

Hope you enjoy your stay at the beach Obsidian ^^

As the train stops with a jerk, Roland stands and looks about at the odd assortment of folks he’ll be traveling with. He chuckles a bit and thinks, <Well at least this’ll be interesting, group looks like a hoot an a holler.> With that thought he sighs and heaves the old military pack up off the floor and onto his back. As he exits the train he spies the Kirin who’d be leading this little adventure. He smiles and waves before walking over and going to shake. “Name’s Roland Greymane, Merc, just call me Roland mate.” he announces with a grin.

Dimstar is next out of the train, wearing his armor. He walks over to Obsidian and takes his helmet off, setting it on the ground “Hello friend.”

Coldflame is the last out, thinking to himself <One more journey, without seeing the past again… just another journey… another mission… another path… Will i return safe? Will i die this time? I don’t know, only time will tell…>

Obsidian greets them with a smile “Good to see you all made it… Wait, we’re missing one.” he looks around for the 5th member of the party.

At around 2:15 in the afternoon suddenly the clopping and banging of a zony comes charging up the stairs of the train station. Flasks and beakers and other sorts of scientific gear hanging by respective strings off her saddlebags. “Obsidian! sorry I’m late! you know how long it takes to make a mohawk! I lost track of time.” she says panting and exhausted. “You’re not mad are you?”

(( prompt 2 )) Obsidian chuckles “Not at all.” he looks to the assembled equines “Vexin, Roland, Coldflame, Dimstar-” he nods to each in turn “-thanks for joining me on this trip. If we’re all ready then we can get to hiking. There’s a sheltered rock formation we should be able to reach by sundown.”

Wasteland Wanderers pt 2

Name: Vexin Title: The Vexing Vixen Class: Alchemist Strengths:

Transformation Brews

Silver Tongue

Adorable-ness (counting it)

Weaknesses:

Hates her hairbands touched

Chocolate (she likes it)

Chocolate (she loves it)

Chocolate (she wants some more of it!)

Easily susceptible to bullying

Can’t cook. At all.

Items she’ll bring: Saddlebags:

Chocolate (no wait… that’s gone)

Bread (5 loaves)

Firewood (2 fires worth, or one long one)

one torch

Pots

A few alchemic ingredients (2 new potions worth)

8 potions (One of each color, one dose each)

All weighing a total of 85 lbs, a lightweight load for vexin

(( Alrighty, so our 5 adventurous ponies have signed up. Vexin, Roland, Cold Flame, and Dimstar, this is how it’s gonna work. I’ll post a prompt, you’ll submit your character’s actions to me, I’ll compile them into a post. Feel free to have off-screen convos, but make em so I can reblog them. I’ll be using the tag “wasteland rp”.

Promt 1: Obsidian stands in the dusty train station, watching the locomotive with his travelling companions pull in. He’s been here a few days, and his pack is bulging with maps an food. A smile adorns his face and a sturdy hat adorns his head. It’s around 2 in the afternoon and he’s ready to go. ))

Wasteland Wanderers

(( small retcon. the fang looked too fierce, so had it downsized and made less noticeable. ))